Roll Over, Beethoven

THE DEEDS OF CLAY, Tune. — The Bonny Boat. When in the south dread civil war Rose like a storm of night. And nullifiers near and far, Braced for the field of fight; Then sons of those illustrious sires. Who bled at Bunker Hill, Rushed madly forth to light their fires, Their brother’s blood toContinue reading “Roll Over, Beethoven”

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